God Can, God Will, If: Giant Print,Used

Product DescriptionWhen I asked him if he really wanted to kill me, he said yes, right at that moment I did. I said, Why didnt you? You had a gun loaded. Listen to what he said. And this is to the glory of God. He said, When I came around the trailer and saw you You are real tall and pure white and it scared me and all I could do was run. I said, You didnt see me, you saw the Angel of The Lord. I told you He would not allow you to harm me. My dad and first wife Urisi had five children, Emmalec, Victor, Manfred, Bearl and Wilma. Urisi died. Then he married my mom, Eloise Harshbarger. Then I was born October 14, 1935. Later my brother James was born January 30, 1937. We lived at Milton, West Virginia in Cable County, in the Old Rope Home place where we have a family cemetery. My grandparents and most of my Aunts and Uncles are buried there. And I will be someday. My daddy was a farmer and blacksmith. If the ground didnt grow it, we didnt have it. We had no car but daddy had a team of horses and a wagon. The very first thing I remember was a flood, probably the 1937 flood. It was so scary, we had gone to Huntington; do not know how we got there, to Aunt Lattas house. Dont know if we went to get her out or what. But the flood gates were closed and there was water verywhere, almost on her porch. I was on someones shoulders. People say you couldnt remember, you were too young. But when something is so devastating, you can! I remember winning a beauty contest 018 years, dont know how old I was, maybe five. I had two older halfbrothers Manfred, Bearl in 3 Camps, then to the Army. Manfred in Alaska, Bearl a Sgt. in the Philippines, lost in the jungle 21 days. Then he was called to help clean up at Pearl Harbor. Now, Im in first grade at Diehl School. All 12 grades. One school teacher, a potbellied stove in the middle of the room and a water cooler back in the corner. My dad always taught us to tell the truth, even if it hurt. Because if we didnt and he found out And he would, wed get a whipping for doing the thing and another one for lying, with a switch or leather belt. People today would say thats child abuse! No, it has made me what I am today. Child abuse is letting the child watch TV all day and get out on streets and drink, smack, dope and you dont even know where they are. Oh, you say I dont want my child to go through what I did. It would do them good to go through what I did. Youre just too lazy to be a parent and make them do right. If the school teacher or bus driver gave us a whipping, when we got home we would get another one. The school nurse would come to school and give everyone a shot. I would make little envelopes out of the manila paper we had at school for art. I would write to my brother Bearl and he always answered. Most of these five years at Diehl school we walked but we rode the bus home. My mommy was a tiny little woman and all of the kids on the bus would see her run down to the bus to give me a note of two or three things that she would need from Cramers store, so I could ride the bus down and only have to walk back. Daddy worked on the WPA. Sometimes mom started not feeling good. In the sixth grade we were made to go to town to school (Central) then to high school in the seventh. Back then there was a mobile that came around and took chest xrays. A lot of TB back then. Daddy, James mine came back okay, but moms was bad. Sent her to Beckley, West Virginia to JB Sanitarium. This is really hard. No car. We always walked across these hills to get to church. Any church that was having a revival, we were there, even though we went to Aunt Ersa and Uncle Cephas church. The old Tin church on Mason St. in Milton. Now, theres a big Baptist Church there. It was terrible. Mom would write home and beg daddy to come get her. Back then the only thing was iron lung and plenty sun and goats milk. So a preacher took daddy to get her and bring her home.About the AuthorThe hospital told